in regions at a all -time high
a pair of zetas, all -time fly
I'm not concerned with competition,
my mission is full commission
I spit it with suspicions so
I'm flouncin' off in the rover
I shine like supernova but I
Candid slaves on Martin Luther
Candid slaves on Martin Luther
Candid slaves on Martin Luther
I'm strapped with Trojan horses
while breaking these bombers' backs
No time for scooby snacks,
I want the full course meal
I got the force like Skywalker,
T -Ferris, and Steven Spielberg
stepping on rugs of Persians
Some haters up in the mix,
but we markbuster purging
indulging in pints of bar
how the team became this far
These boys got cool grips,
But you can't fuck with me,
I just so get off my dick for real
Your bro fine, she a dime, that's true
But I smashed her last week,
she ain't just your girl, come on
you got your gun in your car
But them bullies is so smart,
they won't even leave the store
you shining with your team for the squad
Go home and get your shit together
then come back to the club
The shoes are made of Gucci
cause I'm one bad boy like Big Papa
The shoes are made of Gucci
cause I'm one bad boy like Big Papa
The shoes are made of Gucci
cause bad boy like Big Papa
I break em off some proper,
these boppers ain't getting outta,
not a dollar for these hoes in the window shoppers
I plug in like a raw socket,
I'll get you high in the Nasser rocket
Now big game, I know the,
know the beaters, beaters, I'm in,
Diamonds, diamonds on my neck,
white and yellow like a bowtie
living raw like a rap demo
The big fish just started off as a minnow
Late night like Jay Leno,
post it up like a office memo
Team starter, better grab your recorder
These dime pieces I slaughter,
I like em just like Takara
And fall asleep from drinking
These boys got cool grips,
But you can't fuck with me, potty,
so get off my dick for real
Your bro fine, she a dime, that's true
But I smashed her last week,
she ain't just your girl, come on
you got your gun and your car
But them bullets is so small,
they won't even leave the stack
Hold up, yeah, you're shinin' with
Don't only get your shit together,
they come back to the club
I'm deadly with conversation
I'm debonair extraordinaire
talkin' about they underwear
Look a stare but it slings
You surrounded by squares
They hollow like Kevin Bacon
I'm grindin' and money makin'
Reachers got their hands out,
but they ain't gettin' made
Reachers got their hands out,
but they ain't gettin' made
Reachers got their hands out,
but they ain't gettin' made
What is these boys thinkin',
where the hatin' never stop?
Regardless, every year I'm
pullin' somethin' off the lot
The jealousy need to cease,
instead of tend to increase
Jolly Jolly, ranch and paint,
look wetter than head grease
The bopper's all on my feet,
tryna rape me out for peace
handcuffin' like the police
I'm boutin' to say the least,
I'm high as the Big Dipper
Take sip, hold, fold, tipper,
fight the mystery like Jack the Ripper
Break em' off with my picka,
and leave em' stuck like a sticker
These boys ain't cool rippers,
But you can't fuck with me potty,
so get off my dick for real
Your brother fine, she a dime, that's true
But I smashed her last week,
Come on, you think you hard,
you got your gun in your car
But them bullets are so small,
they won't even be the same
Hold up, yeah, you're shinin'
with your team for the squads
Don't wanna get your shit together,
then come back to the club
We can't be fucked with baby,
take your ass back to the drawing board
and regroup for next season bitch,
